Had a dream where I was in the dining room of the house we rent, looking at the living room where my gf was on the couch. I stood up in the dream and immediately fell back in the chair, lost the ability to move (slumped forward) and "died", seeing a flash of white light and accepting my fate. It was kinda wild.
I almost never have dreams that take place in this house. Most of them still take place in the brooklyn apartment I grew up in. Some take place in houses my mind creates.
Just wanted to share. It's interesting how in some dreams I lose the ability to move for one reason or another.